Magda takes the decision out of my hands.

She rips the lingerie off her breast and presses it into my mouth. My lips go their own way and close over the nipple, licking and sucking on it. A cry of pleasure hushes in my hair and her nails claw into my shoulder.

The scent of her arousal hangs around and I know I must withdraw now before it is too late. "Magda," I moan, pained. "We must wait. Tomorrow night I'll give you everything you want. Just a few more hours, baby". But instead of letting go of me, she pushes the breast back into my mouth and clamps my...